I am Queen. A Crown. A Puppet.

I wonder how my children and people think when they hear my husband`s name.

I hear the war cries of my soldiers the have blood stains on their face.

I hear the stomachs growling of my people and joyous laughter of my brethren laughing in ignorance.

I see the lifeless faces of the agitated farmers with revenge-filled children.

I see our flag waving in distrust.

I see the fire burning in weighed-down spirits.

I can't see through the makeup-caked on the windows.

I want my King to see what I have seen.

I want my daughters to be treated as a human like my sons are.

I am Queen. A Crown. A Puppet.

I pretend that the my children are not being raise by another loving mother.

I pretend that the cassock has my dreadful husband in a cage.

I feel the heart break in the servant's eyes with every new feast we have.

I feel the cool touch of jewels around my neck that hold bloody secrets, my soldier`s inhumanness.

I touch my ivory carved throne covered with languages from rulers before me.

I worry for my kingdom with every new victory it has over another.

I worry for my husband`s hatred for everyone except money.

I cry for the mass graves of all of our colonies.

I cry for the tortured souls that are buried under lost cultures and stories.

I cry for my love who lost his life once he was crowned.

I am Queen. A Crown. A Puppet.

I understand that my voice will never break through my cherry colored lips.

I understand that my dear love will always be known as a blood lustful monster.

I understand that my sons will be clay-shaped copies of my love.

I say my thoughts of a better kingdom and better life, but they will not be heard over the stares of my body.

I dream of a new generation that will bring peace over our curse-filled land.

I dream of the great cross being held accountable for its crime against the people.

I dream of a time when my fine silks are not soaked in innocent crimson.

I try to open my beloved's eyes to peace before he has tea with the Creator.

I try for my daughters to learn more than just obedience.

I hope that my sweetheart and my father can shake arms, not swords.

I am Queen. A Crown. A Puppet.